It was a small time crime that didn't even make the front page of the local paper. My exploits had been eclipsed by a multi-car accident caused by a w...ndering cow. "I didn't catch anyone. I just pointed the cops in the right direction," I told the brunette modestly. "How do you know about it?" Could we have a few minutes of your time to talk about the robbery, and you can keep the change." said the blonde as she handed me a fifty dollar bill.I glanced at the bill with raised eyebrows and stuck. You and I have a special connection. I’ve known it since I was seven and it gets stronger every day. What you do or don’t do affects me as well. Who I am, and who I will be in the future, is tied to what you do or don’t do. I can’t explain how it works, it just does.“That’s why I sometimes push you to do things, or not do things. I do that because I want what’s best for us, not just what’s best for you. Sometimes, what’s best for us won’t be what you want or what you think is best. Don’t ask me. Because of him, I was financially crippled for years and I never wanted a man’s control over my life again. My son has dark honey blond hair and soulful hazel eyes. At 18, he is still on the small side with a thin build. Photo ID checks are with k**s like him in mind. He knew it was his dad’s fault that he never had new clothes – always something from Goodwill or a yard sale to wear. Because of his dad, he and I often had nothing better than Ramen noodles to eat. To look at him you would. "I think it is time I put cane marks on your arse, don't you?" Will you fuck me afterwards?" Of course."The couple were just moving towards the stairs when their doorbell rang and they looked at each other, wondering whether to ignore it but Sheila thought they had better answer it.Sheila opened the door to find their friend Yvonne Marsh there in what seemed to be a distressed state. Yvonne was the person that Sheila had told about her spanking leading to the reignition of their sex.